It was Halloween night. I was four years old. I was skipping along the sidewalk then I saw a house that looked like it had a lot of candy. I jogged up three steps then saw a witch with a long stick. As it stirred it’s brew it chanted, “Bubble, bubble in a pot. He, he he.” The witch called. I ran back to my dad. He told me not to be afraid of it. He made me feel better so I slowly walked up the steps. It called again. I was able to get up to the doorbell. I rang it. I got my candy and waved to the witch. For the rest of the night I trick or treated.